Whaddup brother
And my b#tch eat me up while I’m driving
And I swear it’s a show, not a riot
Uh
I was trippin’, you was trippin’, who the pilot?
And my b#tch keep me up while I’m drivin’
And I swear it’s a show, not a riot
And I had a nightmare last night that I wouldn’t count it up
We had too many hoes in this b#tch, I had to run ’em up
And I had too many hoes in my face, I had to cut ’em off
I done focus on the one-on-one
And I hope your p#ss# good as my bank account
What you said?
Ayy, b#tch, can I break you off? Trunk wavin’ at the mall
Hoes on your side of town hate when they ain’t involved
Geeked on my brudda pack, beat and I’m overcharged (Yeah)
Hurt, what I’m servin’ in it, spread like the word of God
f#ck what a n#gg# do, reach for some inner peace
Geeked on my side of town, dope when I’m slidin’
Ghost when I’m slidin’, Ghost when I’m slidin’
Porsche when I’m slidin’
All the hoes with the shorts and ya #ss
And you got the D’Usse fallin’ out your glass
Oh, man, I don’t want you in the club
‘Cause your p#ss# poppin’, start fights in the club
You come through in your new rental car
b#tches all in your face ’cause you a star
And they come with ’bout four, five hoes
Down to fight any day, straight out the door
Ayy, b#tch, can I break you off? Trunk wavin’ at the mall
Hoes on your side of town hate when they ain’t involved
Geeked on my brudda pack, beat and I’m overcharged (Yeah)
Hurt, what I’m servin’ in it, spread like the word of God
f#ck what a n#gg# do, reach for some inner peace
Geeked on my side of town, dope when I’m slidin’
Ghost when I’m slidin’, Ghost when I’m slidin’
Porsche when I’m slidin’ (What you said?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, this ain’t no [?] nights, abby
We tryna import right
You already know we ain’t pullin’ up the tight bars
We like girls that like cars and the girls that like stars, you feel me?
So they wanna come look at the consolation, swing the Mustangs
And that’s exactly what the f#ck we gon’ do
When we knew about them 5.0s to match the toes
Ah, ah, ah, caught her on a stroll, now she with a hoe, haha
All the hoes with the shorts and ya #ss
And you got the D’Usse fallin’ out your glass
Oh, man, I don’t want you in the club
‘Cause your p#ss# poppin’, start fights in the club
You come through in your new rental car
b#tches all in your face ’cause you a star
And they come with ’bout four, five hoes
Down to fight any day, straight out the door
All the hoes with the shorts and ya #ss
And you got the D’Usse fallin’ out your glass
Oh, man, I don’t want you in the club
‘Cause your p#ss# poppin’, start fights in the club
You come through in your new rental car
b#tches all in your face ’cause you a star
And they come with ’bout four, five hoes
Down to fight any day, straight out the door
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Isaiah Rashad Lyrics – Wat U Sed